“Shankar Nagar Square at Nagpur”

I considered Shankar Nagar a place today an open temple of mine where you could see distant people standing at one corner to take DARSHAN. Is now, crowded with people and with their vehicles even make unable to call a man within five feet away from you. A vehicle in between you and your object made it more difficult to see each other. Now the Metro station is there to make it easy to move this crowd.
Do you know I still remember those strained times of mine to have a one look. But it is now a difficult task for me to cross a line and signal, and make me dare cross the moving vehicles.

Shankar nagar is a place for me, like a temple of my god once upon a time. Where my goddesses used to stay in my youths.
A place where I used to spend hours and be in the eyes of known nearest and dearest who knows my affairs with my god lady.
Like our God … a stone in fact …not moving from a place. I used to take “Darshan”. And “ARTI” rituals were in fact as per our decided timing. A look I had seen when I visited Tirumala a place of TIRUPATI BALAJEE, I confess today.
Tirupati Balajee Darshan was in fact not an easy one. My wife and I stayed there for Darshan for two days and my talk arranged at the Press Club at Tirumala made me have a Complete Darshan of Godess Tirupati. In fact I was pushed ahead by one lady in the temple, as usual custom for her darshan, I recollects.

But still I have in my prayer, my goddess is around at Shankar Nagar Square. I can see in thoughts that makes me understand _ she is around here or there looking at me if I am there at Shankar Nagar Square.
I was a journalist in a local English news paper and she had a lecturer in renowned college. I was a journalist looking at the streets to have news and that she as a PhD. student was interested in the character of King Ram. I was as young, as I was looking at the booty in the girl and she was finding herself a character of Sita in every pass buyers. She came east to West Nagpur from Mahal and I got birth in the place where was standing. A notable standing of mine that I could not touched her fits ever even. I owe my respect to my excellent teacher and a friend.